#Chapter 162: I Just Feel Bad for Him

Almara’s Pov Thankfully after the first week of me being home the hushed whispers as I past by someone has stopped, the ogling eyes and requests for autographs has lessened. I think I just disassociated when it came time to that. I smiled and did what would be expected of a Luna in that situation, no more and no less. Other than that, I’ve developed a bit of a routine. Every morning just as the sun is rising, Grace and I go to the nearby park and walk for an hour. Then we go to Susan’s bakeshop for breakfast. After that I drop her off at day care while I work on my art in my old bedroom. Which has been my favorite part of the day. Being back in my old bedroom, in a place where if these walls could talk they’d scream. I’ve moved through a series of inspirational emotions. Nostalgia being the first, then retrospective, and finally metamorphic. I’ve created some beautiful art piece, some of my favorites I think. I sit back now and look at the latest creation I’ve made. I’ve painted